Drake was over in the bar side of the mess hall looking over at the boy who started the fire. He tapped his fingers on the worn wooden bar top without looking away from the boy. "Get me glass of Ale." he said to the bartender. The old war vet behind the counter groaned at the request but begrudgingly filled up the mug and slammed it on the counter. Drake wrapped his hand around the cold glass, and took a quick swig. He cleared his throat ,due to the terrible taste, before slamming the drink back on the counter. He wiped the foam away from his lip with his arm. Drake took some time to look around at everyone in the fort. He had been around many forts but they all held the same people. You have your vets who have either become happy killers, or just another empty shell. Then there are the recruits, who either stupidly want to make their first kill, or the few who just don't seem to know whether they really want to be here.
Just about everyone knew of Drake in the forts. Kinda hard not to a man with a reputation like his is hard to avoid. Unfortunately this occasionally opens up a challenge. A man walked up to Drake grabbed Drake's arm. "Hey Storm why don't you and me step outside, and see who is better with a blade huh?" the guys said laughing. Drake squezzed his nose smelling the thick fume of ale on the man's breath.
"Why don't you let me go before I make your headache allot worse for you in the morning." he said trying to laugh a bit to show he wasn't wanting a fight.
"Well I think I deserve those tattoo's more than you do." The man whispered in his ear. Right as the man finished his sentence it was obvious it struck a nerve in Drake. He put his tongue to his cheek and started grinning. Drake then met eye contact with the drunk for a split second before he made the man regret his words. Drake used his free hand to grab the handle of his sword at his side slamming the butt of the sword into the man's groin. The man released his grip on Drake's arm groaning in pain. Then Drake grabbed the drunk's head slamming it on one of the wooden tables.
"Learn your place next time you decide to pick a fight, cause next time I'm going use more than just the butt of blade against you." he said grinning down at the man. He patted the mans cheek a couple times before moving over to the boy he saw make the fire earlier. He was behind the boy when he decided to speak "So who taught you how to play with fire?" Drake said raising an eyebrow with a slight grin on his face. He wasn't big on magic. He had a small belief battle should be hand to hand but he did find magic slightly entertaining.